God he's cute...

Not one but two independent witnesses have recently described the lad as "pretty". And, with no hint of parental bias, I have to agree that he is a rather cute individual, despite not having much hair to speak of yet.

Perhaps it's his sunny disposition - God knows where he gets that from, certainly not me, I'm a miserable bastard at the best of times. He laughs a lot, and he happily repeats the "da da" mantra, though sadly not when looking at me so it's fair to say his cognitive powers are not yet fully developed...

He's also close to standing under his own steam, something he seems particularly pleased about but which gives the missus the collywobbles because it means he's soon going to be mobile.

And he's developed a trick of hauling himself 360 degrees around in his cot, so you put him to sleep pointing north and you wake him up pointing south. We're thinking of installing a webcam with infra-red capabilities to see just how he manages this, given that his legs and body are wrapped in a sleeping bag.

Easter is just days away, and it's going to be great - four uninterrupted days of family fun. Bring it on!